adventures of huckleberry finn

eckoned the people in that house stole the coat, because if they'd a
knowed the money was there they wouldn't a left it. I said I
reckoned they killed him, too; but Jim didn't want to talk about that.
I says:
"Now you think it's bad luck; but what did you say when I fetched
in the snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge day before yesterday?
You said it was the worst bad luck in the world to touch a
snake-skin with my hands. Well, here's your bad luck! We've raked
in all this truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have
some bad luck like this every day, Jim."
"Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Don't you git too peart.
It's a-comin'. Mind I tell you, it's a-comin'."
It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. Well,
after dinner Friday we was laying around in the grass at the upper
end of the ridge, and got out of tobacco. I went to the cavern to get
some, and found a rattlesnake in there. I killed him, and curled him
up on the foot of Jim's blanket, ever so natural, thinking there'd be
some fun when Jim found him there. Well, by night I forgot all
about the snake, and when Jim flung himself down on the blanket
while I struck a light the snake's mate was there, and bit him.
He jumped up yelling, and the first thing the light showed was the
varmint curled up and ready for another spring. I laid him out in a
second with a stick, and Jim grabbed pap's whisky-jug and begun to
pour it down.
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